Risou no Himo Seikatsu

In a night club that is generally held in the Royal Palace, there is an indiscriminate rule that the more people of stature come later.

If you are the 'organizer' of a nightclub, you are also allowed to wear some, but conversely, if the organizer is royal, this will no longer be allowed to definitively show your face to the venue until the 'last'.

Regardless, royalty will not be punished because it is not an explicitly cultured illegal activity, but it should be avoided unless there is so much to be done because it will buy the grudges of the nobles who will come later than the royalty as a result.

And the "Prince Francesco Bona Welcome Party", which opens tonight at the Royal Palace, is hosted by the Royal Karpua.

Inevitably, Queen Aura, the organizer and royal family, and her companion, Sanjiro, must be admitted at the end.

But there is no such thing as a 'precise mechanical clock' in this world as modern Earth. Whatever the day you can count on the clock, you can count on your own clock for the night.

As a result, Yoshijiro and Aura were eaten in the modem next to the venue until the arrival of all scheduled attendees for tonight was confirmed.

"Hmm... I'm free"

Such authenticity leaks unexpectedly from Yoshijiro's mouth as he sits down on a cushioned sofa in a dim modem.

Initially, he was nervous about the fact that he had to exchange words with the princess and princess of the two kingdoms of the great Shalova Jilbaer after this, but such tension is not something that can be maintained for more than an hour.

"Kuuuuu... always, dangerously, almost wore it down"

Nervous and inadvertently breaking down his body on the couch, Yoshijiro remembers his outfit and re-sits.

Sanjiro nowadays wears the ethnic costume of the kingdom of Karpua, which is based on red, reclining. It's still a cute thing compared to the first outfit I wore at the "Welcome Ceremony" a few days ago, but still, this third outfit I'm wearing now is never a comfortable substitute either.

"Zenzilow. If it's hard, why don't you wear it down? I think it's gonna be a while before you call us."

Aura sitting on the opposite couch tells me so, but Yoshijiro is a bit of a seriousness stands first to sweeten the words.

A substitute for the third outfit that Yoshijiro is currently wearing is a type of clothing that stops him from closing the front like Japanese clothes with a belt strap on his waist and layers clothes like chocks from the top.

It's a pitiful story, but if it breaks down here now, I'm not at all sure I can put it back on the right shape myself. It is tempting to annoy the hands of the ladies who will be busy at critical times.

"No, I'll stop. It won't be weird to hear from you anymore."

So, Yoshijiro says so and shakes his head beside him.

I'm certainly bored to wait in silence, but I'm sorry to make you look bad and invite extra happenings. As a conscious Shinjiro who is not comfortable with adrift originally, I want to avoid anything out of the math as far as possible.

"Still, it's dark..."

Even now so crushed, Yoshijiro relieves himself of the tall oil dish standing beside the table while sitting on the sofa in a well-behaved manner.

The nightclub venue burns tons of candles over a brilliant chandelier, and maintains a lot of brightness, but this modem just doesn't.

The lights on the four oil plates that stand to surround the two sofas facing each other cannot even be said to be bright in flattery. The figure of my beloved wife sitting on the couch across the street is also finally able to see that silhouette, and I have no idea what her face is made of.

and at that time, the face of Fujiura is illuminated brightly from below.

When Aura sat on the couch on her lap and noticed that Kachikachi and something were manipulating something in her right hand, Yoshijiro quickly pinned on what lights it was.

"Is that it? Aura, I've brought this far, it"

Aura is gripping inside her right hand and manipulating it with her accustomed fingers. It was a 'portable music player'. Originally, it was a substitute used by Yoshijiro to distract him on the train on his way to work.

Some music players are so versatile these days that they call them "smartphones you can't call," but Yoshijiro's. That's not that high performance. It's smaller and has limited functionality. Even though it is small, it is not impossible to watch a video because it has a display, but it can essentially be considered a dedicated music viewing machine.

"Mm-hmm. It's great for boredom. You hear that, too?

Aura, completely used to handling it in the past year, when she manipulates the music player with a familiar hand, removes the earphones of one ear and pounds and hands taps next to the couch she is sitting on.

"Well, sometimes, I guess"

I had no reason to refuse that invitation to Yoshijiro, who was enjoying his spare time, and when I honestly lowered my back next to my wife's right, I plugged one earphone into my left ear.

That mobile music player also has external speakers, so if you pull through the earphones you don't have to do this, you can listen to the music, but basically the tools that Yoshijiro brought in are the two of us who try not to use them for too much pee outside of the womb.

Besides, it's not a bad idea to shoulder to shoulder like this and enjoy the same music using one earphone.

A bright piano melody flows through Yoshijiro's left ear with earphones plugged in.

"Oh. Classic piano."

Yoshijiro leaked such dissatisfaction as he had been slightly disappointed.

The song that Aura is playing was classical music that Yoshijiro had previously bought in bulk in the "All You Can Pack In Bag Hundred Yen" section of the rental CD store.

I think the CD package said letters like "The Complete World of Pollini" or "Chopin Night Thoughts" but I don't remember it very well because I dropped it on my computer early and discarded the CD body.

Anyway, there's something a little lonely about the fact that music that I'm not so attached to is being received by my wife more than Sanjiro's favorite pop music.

"Mm-hmm. We have a culture of music in our country, and we hold many of the best musicians in the Royal Palace, but this instrument called the piano has nothing like it. It's a very comfortable investigation."

That's what Aura, who liked the classic piano solo song the most, said of the many kinds of music that Yoshijiro brought in, with a grin on her mouth.

The traditional instruments of the Kingdom of Karpua are predominantly percussion, string and brass instruments.

Apart from the fact that the piano is technically impossible to manufacture, there are no 'keyboard percussion instruments' around here, such as those typical of iron and wood harps. So for Aura, I guess the piano solo sounds fresh.

Conversely, when I even go to the song of Yoshijiro's favorite band, he doesn't seem to be able to catch up on his sensibilities through the freshness, which I don't really like. Well, it's probably a simpler problem, that it's better to just play an instrument than a song from another world where you don't understand the language.

Either way, even music from a genre I don't like as much can help to distract the boredom of the wait.

"Aura likes piano songs, doesn't she? Speaking of which, Seiyoshi feels in a better mood when he's classic in his room."

The queen, who stopped hearing her husband's words crushed by nothing, with her left ear not wearing earphones, grinned victoriously.

"Um, apparently Carlos' sensibilities are similar to mine. Hehe."

That's how I pointed my provocative gaze at my husband sitting next to me.

Everyday, the queen and his wife are very confrontational when it comes to my son.

"Mmm... yes, no, it's okay. My favorite song is still full on PC. The battle is coming. Some ballad songs."

Yoshijiro clutches his fist firmly on his knees, keeping his hips down next to Aura's.

"Ho, that's interesting. Be sure to hang in there. Well, anyway, I can't let Carlos hear the song in his native language until he remembers the words."

"Wow, I did! Yes, no, reversal should be possible even after Carlos remembers the words. I'll show you."

"Ho ho, good luck, good luck, dad. In five years, Carlos will have to leave the backyard."

The prohibition of men in the hindquarters is no exception to the direct royalty. The exception is only the king who is the lord of the rear palace (though in the case of Sanjiro he is the king, not the king, but the king's concubine) or a toddler under the age of five whose gender is not yet supposedly available.

"Ugg..."

provocative language and a response that quenched the struggle. However, on the back of its contents, its voice and expression are filled with air that enjoys tapping into each other lightly.

"Uh, not really upbeat seems to have been a bad take, so focus on ballad songs close to the cappella. No, really? Surely there were some instband songs, right? Even now around here..."

"Hmm, even if you know it's no use, I'll buy you that heart."

The couple's light-hearted reward for leaning shoulders and shoulders and sharing one earphone and listening to music lasted until the royal palace samurai came to get them.

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"Sire Aura, Dear Zenzilow. Come!"

Sachiro takes his beloved wife's hand and walks slowly, feeling her name called aloud and her gaze all over the venue concentrate on this one.

The nightclub venue was illuminated with multiple chandeliers hanging on the ceiling and countless candle flames burning on tall candlesticks standing regularly.

One by one, even flaming lights that don't rely on it as a light source illuminate this wide venue by the time you can say it's "bright" if this many.

Regardless, it's not as bright as the rear palace living room illuminated by LED standlights, but it's not as bright as the modem where Yoshijiro was just there.

Making his eyes blink at the shimmering of a chandelier made of silver and crystals, Yoshijiro smiles internally at himself, not as upset as he is at the sight of the crowd.

(Exactly how many times do you get used to this position?)

I've already been married to Aura for a year. These places have been treading for a long time, too, Sanjiro.

Initially I had a hard time walking straight, but now I only have the vague feeling of "oh, you're being seen".

Excessive "familiarity" is not always a good thing because it sometimes leads to "alarm," but I would say that I grew more than I had initially been assisted in walking by my wife because I was too nervous.

(Uh, I have to speak to the main customer first.)

Yoshijiro looks around softly, feeling Aura's body temperature tangled in his right arm, looking for the first target to greet.

(There he is, that's it)

The target was found without having to look. Instead, there's no way they won't come and say hello because loud is being told about the admission of the Good Girls and the Queens.

When Yoshijiro and Aura stop on the red carpet, they wait for a pair of men and women approaching early.

He's the same generation as Yoshijiro, a blushing blonde, and a chestnut-haired girl who looks about mid to late teens.

The men and women who slam into the venue make way for them, the main guests.

Eventually, of those men and women who had come all the way before Aura and Yoshijiro, it was the blonde man who opened his mouth first to represent them.

"This is His Majesty Aura, His Majesty Zenzilow. Thank you very much for setting up such a grand occasion for us this time."

As such, the blonde hairs praise him with such a grand gesture that he looks a little playful.

"From me too, I thank you very much, Your Majesty Aura, Your Majesty Zenzilow"

Subsequently, the chestnut-haired girl, who had refrained behind that diagonal, said the same, carefully bowing her head.

A few days ago, since we are face-to-face between sights, this is not the 'first meeting', but this is essentially like the first meeting for Yoshijiro, who just watched silently while sitting on the vice throne on the stage to perform the immigration ritual.

He is Yoshijiro, who unintentionally reacted with Picri to the veneration of "Your Majesty," but sees Aura standing next to him say nothing, and decides to keep the occasion flowing.

Due to his position as the companion of the first queen of the kingdom of Karpua, the honorable title of Good Jiro has not yet been defined as "Your Majesty" or "Your Highness". For this reason, the nobles of the Karpua kingdom were always officially and informally "dear", but it is more impossible to ask others who had just come to this country three days ago to understand such finesse.

"Um, enjoy both your highnesses at ease."

"If you two enjoyed it, as one of the people who set this place up, it is an immense joy, His Highness Francesco, His Highness Bona"

Saying so to follow Aura, Yoshijiro crumbles observes the two young royalty standing in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm enjoying it. I am ashamed to say that this is my first international visit this year, so everything I see and touch is fresh. All the dishes and liquors that line up here are the first things I've ever spoken of."

Prince Francesco is a young man, with a clear voice and a well-appointed face with a rich expression.

I'm taller than Yoshijiro, but not so much with a very different eye, so is it about the middle of a hundred and seventy? However, the style is so much better that it catches my eye, as it has a much longer limbs, neck, and a well-adjusted flesh compared to Yoshijiro.

For this reason, he also dresses uncomfortably, like a child in a tuxedo and military uniform based on its dark purple colour, which is the dress of the Shalova royal family.

Without a doubt, if Yoshijiro wore it, that garment, which would only look like a courageous cosplay in a bad way, would also look well matched without losing the costume if he wore a handsome with blonde blue eyes and excellent style.

(Hmm, that's kind of a light-hearted impression, to put it badly, socially)

Setting forth so the first impression of the exotic prince, Good Jiro leaves the answer to his wife, Aura, and transfers her consciousness as it is to the girl standing next to her - Princess Bona.

Princess Bona's impression becomes, in a nutshell, a slightly rude object called 'plain'.

"Yes, I can hear the sound and see the prosperity of the kingdom of Karpua, and I know it with great pleasure."

Princess Bona, who answers yes with hazy language, was stretching her spine correctly in her posture and smiling in a position with her hands lightly together around her lower abdomen.

Princess Bona's dress is quite pale purple compared to Prince Francesco's costume.

This may manifest itself as a 'grid' as royalty in the dark light of colour, but in the case of Princess Bona, its pale colour is out in a good direction.

In the case of Princess Bona, who is luxurious in body and plain in in face, in dark purple, she loses herself to the dress.

The appearance of Princess Bona, with a strong plain impression compared to Prince Francesco, would be the most eye-catching thing about her hair.

The color is chestnut and the length is about halfway between the shoulders and hips. There is nothing special enough to highlight it, but I don't like its plain colour or it seems to be applying silver powder to my hair, and I can see the whole hair shining with the chandelier lights.

The hair is also unique. I guess the original hair quality is straightforward, but its straight long hair draws a big wave from around the middle. Although not as sophisticated as modern perms, fashion that consciously habits hair also exists in this world.

Princess Bona's hairstyle seems to be one of them, but there are no other women in this venue with similar hairstyles. For this reason, the effect of the silver powder being applied is combined, attracting a considerable amount of interest from the women. There seems to be a relatively favorable gaze, so maybe there will be some women out there who will do the trick in the future.

Even then, while Yoshijiro had an observation eye on Prince Francesco and Princess Bona, Aura, standing next to him, continued the conversation with an unsatisfactory answer.

"Well, then both His Royal Highness Francesco and His Highness Bona have come to our country hoping for themselves?

"Yes, as you know, my Shalova royal family has been fortunate to use this because they have very few opportunities to go outside. A boat to cross, that's the guy. hahahahahahaha"

"Your Highness Francesco. It's in front of His Majesty Aura. Please pick a few more words.

I'm sorry, Your Majesty. But there is no falsehood in His Highness's statement that he wanted this visit himself and was looking forward to it again. That's the same for me. "

A princess with blonde hair who enjoys bickering with no strains of nervousness, and a princess with chestnut hair who ends up following her, whichever is more revealing to the prince's words and deeds.

The response will mainly be taken by Aura, but Yoshijiro cannot be more of a bystander than he is present at this occasion.

"Oh, one of the big reasons I wanted to see His Majesty Zenzilow. I was very close to His Majesty Zenzilow."

"That's an honor, Your Highness, Francesco. I am also delighted to have the opportunity to speak with Your Highness in this way."

Yoshijiro responded to the blonde prince who was so friendly that he could say he was familiar with it, with a smile.